ROOM AT THE INN
Charades and beery James the
kinkadoor. That's the name they
give the concierge in this foreign
place that does the shirts. Gravy
stains and milestones, all together.
Here the Lincoln is parked near
the doorway, the watchman stands
still by the sink. Outside the window
there's nothing but rain falling down.
(There's room at the inn all over this town).